Our evening in the Tasting Room was an unmitigated parental hit! First, the servers remembered us from our previous appearances (I'm hoping that's a good thing!) and asked how we were doing, when we're getting married (we held our engagement dinner there), etc. -- VERY warm and welcoming. It felt like coming home

We started with hors d'oeuvres -- a miniturrine with cod with cream and butter and garlic (wow -- rich and very hot [temperature-wise] and just perfect), a fried mushroom presentation that knocked my socks off, and one of our favorites, the deviled quails egg on brioche with caviar. A trio of perfection! Then we had a gift from the chef (Thanks, Cathal!) -- a winter squash veloute that I just fell head over heels for. I was threatening to go steal the pot from the kitchen -- it was amazing. Rich and hot and perfectly flavored, it was one of the best things I may have ever eaten! For starters, my dad got the boudin noir -- he said that Eve is the sort of place that if you're not sure about something (e.g., tripe, sweetbreads, etc.), you should try it here, because you'll never find it nicer anywhere else. At any rate, he said it was very good -- no regrets! My mom had the lobster creme brulee and loved every bite -- even the baby fennel, about which she had reservations when ordering. Craig had the foie gras en croute and was too busy savoring to talk much about it. I had the parsnip tartlet with 100-year-old balsamic vinegar. I enjoyed it, but if I had to choose again, I probably would have gone with the lobster. The tartlet was pleasant but not -- to me -- exciting.
Three of us had the gnocchi for the next course -- astounding. The gnocchi themselves were not at fluffy as, say, the lemon version Cathal paired earlier with the butter-poached lobster, but the leeks, I think they were, were transcendent, and the shaved black truffle was a real treat. The scent of this dish alone was a beautiful, beautiful thing

The nongnocchian got something that I'm not remembering right now

I'll update this post if I remember...
For the "main," three of us got the venison, and my mom got the goose -- she'd never had Christmas goose before. She liked it very much, but I think she wasn't expecting, for whatever reason, for it to be so much like duck. She cleaned her plate, though, and was smiling the whole time. The venison was fabulous. It was perfectly cooked, and the accompaniment (drawing a blank, unfortunately) was divine -- the Roquefort was an amazing touch, and even I, who am not a big fan of blue cheese, thought it was a highlight of the dish. It was perfect with the venison. Mom's foie gras brussels sprouts were a real hit with her -- unfortunately, none were shared!

We decided, there being four of us, to get the entire cheese plate. It was a lovely selection, and I think my mom in particular was surprised by some of the ones she liked. She in particular enjoyed the Shropshire blue. I loved the Dutch-Irish cheese, and the brie de meaux disappeared rather quickly. The Roquefort was also enjoyed. They were out of the Ewe 4 O, but they gave us larger slices of the eleven (!) cheeses they did have. Unfortunately, we were unable to finish all the cheese, but the delicious bread, quince paste, fig with almonds, and, of course, cardamom-soaked apricots, somehow disappeared...
Another gift from the chef followed -- orange custard with a slice of shortbread. I do not generally like oranges -- childhood trauma

-- but I devoured every scrap of this custard. Yum.
For dessert, we all had different selections. My mom got the warm spice cake with quince. She says that it was nice -- though perhaps not her favorite course. Dad had the pineapple upside-down cake with coconut ice cream -- wonderful. Craig had the tangerine tartlet, and I bowed to my deepest desires and got the birthday cake -- which now comes in a little individual cake! It was charming

And rich! Lots of frosting...
We saw the chocolate souffles being prepared at the table next to us -- terribly tempting! They poke a little hole in the souffle and pour some type of cream sauce in...definitely a choice for next time.
Finally, when we could pretty much eat no more, there was a little selection of cookies. You'll understand how sated we were when I tell you that neither I nor my mother could finish the final chocolate truffle...sigh...
Todd was his charming self -- shoe trouble notwithstanding -- and brought us a very, very pleasing bottle of pinot noir. I didn't get close enough to the bottle to photograph it, so it's lost to the sands of time (and my bad memory), but it was...perfect. He also brought a Taille...something -- a dessert wine similar to a port -- for my dad and Craig. It was very, very nice -- Craig detected some currants, and it was perfectly suited to what we were devouring.
We tottered home, sated, happy, and with wonderful memories, at about midnight (!).
It may sound cheesy, but once again, Eve gave us a meal with exquisite food, personable yet professional service, wines to make you happy, and memories to cherish

The end.